Under the shimmering vault of the Source Layer, where strands of molten data drift like snow through storm-lit air, the Administrator stands silent—black cap low, a pale strand trailing from his shoulder—while around him the gathered Modifiers step forward, each bearing the weight of humanity’s last hope. At his side, Tyr – AblaZe ignites his great sword in blazing arcs of light, determination burning bright in his eyes; beside him, Hera – Phantasmal Dawn raises her scepter, elegant and poised, the air shimmering with celestial radiance; across the fractured terrain, Rahu – Asura launches a searing volley of fire, her blades carving through void-space with fierce joy; meanwhile Tsukuyomi – Shinri emerges from moonlit shadows, blades whirling in silent precision, and Osiris – Living Soul stands slightly apart, scythe in hand, his quiet will anchoring the tide of chaos. Around them the Visbanes rise like corrupt spectres, dark tendrils of corrupted code clawing at the edges of existence—and in one breath the Administrator’s voice echoes across the digital abyss: “We are the spark of life,” he intones, “and we will not flicker out.” Light, fire, moon-steel and life-blood surge together, as the ragged architecture of reality fractures and the Modifiers advance in unison, their footsteps a drumbeat of defiance, ready to carve a new future from the emptiness.